I spent the two days this past week on the Oregon Coast, in familiar yet missed salty air, hair whipped to…
She.
After singing lullabies to my niece as she drifted into sleep, after I set her tiny onesie-clad body down into the crib,…
Reminder.
Brushing it off and saying “it’s just one of those days” is a disservice to yourself. It’s a cheat out of giving…
Selves.
Sometimes in a moment alone after a thread of days spent around people for extended periods of time I’ll feel…
Your True North.
In my favourite book The Virgin Suicides, after a first attempt at death, young Cecilia is asked post-slitting-of-the-wrists “What are you…
Whirlwind.
It has been 13 days since soaring into the air towards Phnom Penh, Cambodia and two full back home, in…
Splinter.
The rain has ceased momentarily in Phnom Penh, the outside heathered, fogged as an Autumn evening in Washington- a sliver of…
Stranger.
Throughout the thirteen hour plane ride to Taipei, I could not stop watching the woman in front of me. Between…
Casanova.
Watching someone you love and respect work on something passionately with focus, drive, and serious intent makes you want them…
Vigorous.
What was it that made my brief walk home from my neighbourhood bar so unapologetically lavishly feminine and dauntless? An…
mischke business 